

S Is for Suicide by Francesca Moroney
A is for Alleluia
She is alive!
In Catholic masses, we pray, Christ has died, Alleluia, Christ is risen.
Today I pray not for ...
S Is for Suicide by Francesca Moroney
LAR Online, Nonfiction

Riddle of the Seeker
How to love a blooming orchard
if you won’t eat its sour apples.
To ask for scented roses if you hate
the shit it feeds on. You know a pond ...
Riddle of the Seeker by Beverly Burch
LAR Online, Poetry

Embellishment
The Los Angeles County Men’s Central Jail is one of the largest jails in the world. According to Mother Jones magazine, it is also one of the worst. County, as it’s known, is notoriously ...
Embellishment by Claudia Caplan
LAR Online, Nonfiction

Un-American
Review by: Mandana Chaffa
Written by: Hafizah Geter
Wesleyan University Press, September 2020
$15.95
104pp
ISBN: 9780819579812
How do we define ourselves? How are we ...
Review: Un-American by Mandana Chaffa
Book Reviews, LAR Online

Inertia
The train hurries past unfamiliar landmarks, and she realizes too late that she was supposed to get off two stops ago, maybe four. She looks around to the door, past bulky bodies in puffy coats lodged together ...
Inertia by Yunya Yang
Fiction, LAR Online

Bright Clutter
Because I read about space junk and glimpsed that image
of a Tesla, mannequin at the wheel as it shot past Mars,
today I see my nephew floating in the ocean. He travels
as molecules ...
Bright Clutter by Susan Cohen
LAR Online, Poetry

A good run it’s been so far, Julian thinks, this thing between him and Sammie – nights out while ignoring her husband’s calls, trysts in hotel rooms purchased merely for the self-aware absurdity. The brief escape ...
Salsa by Jason Peck
Fiction, LAR Online

Line of Vision
Translation by: Sue Vickerman
Face it, Irene Mattasch, she told herself: your day is over. Nowadays, Arnold Mattasch’s days were all that mattered. These had a start, a midpoint, and an ...
Line of Vision Translated by Sue Vickerman
LAR Online, Translations

On a morning in October whose most distinguishing trait may be how closely it resembles so many other mornings during this repetitive yet unprecedented time when I’m newly a mother, I’m walking down one of the quiet ...